Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Index,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.